This evening, I heard a song that left me aching to be a better dad. (I can already imagine the Ensign admonition, “The best way to be a better father to your kids is to be a better husband to their mother.”) It's called "New Words," by Maury Yeston:
Look up there, high above us
In a sky of blackest silk
See how round like a cookie
See how white, as white as milk
Call it the moon, my child
Say "moon."
Sounds like your spoon, my child
Can you say it?
New word today -- say "moon"
Near the moon brightly turning
See the shining sparks of light
Each one new, each one burning
Through the darkness of the night
We call them stars, my child
Say "stars."
That one is Mars, my child
Can you say it?
New word today -- say "stars"
As they blink all around us
Playing starry-eyed games,
Who would think it astounds us
Simply naming their names?
Turn your eyes from the skies now
Turn around and look at me
There's a light in my eyes now
And a word for what you see
We call it love, my child
Say "love."
So hard to say, my child -- It gets harder.
New words today, we'll work to say
Learn "moon," learn "stars," learn "love."
La la la la la la…
Learn moon, learn stars, learn happy
Learn peace, learn love, learn puppy
Learn friend, learn toy, learn sharing
Learn hope, learn joy, learn caring
Learn life is there for living
Learn love is there for giving
Learn merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Live and laugh and dream.
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